As a parrot myself, I'm still looking for the green tree..!:) Repeating the lines expected of me...!:(

Talking about parrots, why not recount a Easter fable?:)

A shopkeeper kept a parrot. One day he went to the city. While he was away, the cat spilt a vessel of oil in the shop and fled. When the man returned he thought the vessel was overturned by the parrot. He hit him so hard that all of the feathers fell from the parrot’s head. Some time later a bald man can by and the parrot cried: ‘What oil did you spill!?’